Bondage Blog

This tied-to-a-totem-pole captured-by-wild-Indians fantasy is starting to get out of hand, she fears:

Artist is Dany and I found it on UseNet.

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• Four Soldiers
• Whipping Red Gazelle
• Captured By A Wild Indian Princess
• Terry Torday Captured
• The White Captive

From time to time I get various questions that converge on “I’m getting into BDSM, how do I safely find other kinky people to socialize with and/or play with and/or have my babies?” And I don’t have a lot of advice to offer about the face-to-face part of that, because the arc of my own BDSM life has involved less public socializing and more connection via the internet and quietly kinky domestic harmony in locations that haven’t featured much opportunity for public socializing with BDSM types.

That said, Holly at The Pervocracy recently posted this (by her friend Match_Stick) post that seems useful on the subject:

Top Tips for New Friends in the Scene

So if BDSM socializing is new to you and of interest, check it out!

So, I was browsing around on a site where people congregate to share various bits and bytes of an erotic nature, and/or pointers to same. And this one bondage clip prompted a reminiscence in the comments from a fellow we’ll call Navy6031. I’ve edited slightly for literacy and readability:

I remember this sweet SC redbone. She was so fine I still don’t know what the fuck she wanted me for. We were just 18 and she was up here visiting her aunt from south.

Now I know south girls seemed to be more open to sex, but this girl was freak even for her age and home. One summer day she came over (she already had a boyfriend from up here she hooked up with) and we started kickin it about her desires and needs. She told me how this one time she’d let some older heads tie her up, hands and legs, and get buck on her. Now I thought I was a man then, but this girls story had me blowned away.

Then she go on and says that “I kinda like it when someone takes control over me… I like being restrained.” With that I freaked out and ran around my house lookin for some rope… What I found was my daddy’s ties. When me and my brother we were able to get our own rooms, my father broke down our bunk beds, my bed still had posts, so with my hands shakin, I tied this girls arms and legs with my father’s neck ties. And till this day, that moment of bondage with a country girl was one of the best sex happenings I have ever had!

Brookpuppy used a certain phrase without due consideration in advance, and now she’s hoping it doesn’t come back to haunt her:

In my last post i mentioned that W is into ‘light’ bondage. Apparently that is offensive in some way. I didn’t mean for it to be. What i meant was that He likes to tie me to the bed or occasionally harness me, but He doesn’t hang me from the ceiling in elaborate rigging. That’s just not His thing. If it ever became an interest of His then it would immediately become an interest of mine.

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I think the lesson here is to avoid using the words like ‘light’ or ‘mild’ when referring to anything a Dom does. It comes across as a challenge. I’m nervous about the things going through W’s mind now and need to make every effort to keep Him out of Home Depot. That’s a dangerous place for a Dom to visit anyway.

Indeed!

Judging by the state of his erection, the whipping is just a pretense to get her tied naked to that pillar:

Art by Riverstone, I think.

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Enjoying The Spoils Of War

Nice use of an anal hook in this Hogtied shoot. Charisma Cappelli is tied to a chair, has a butt hook inserted and tied to her hair, and then has to give a blowjob in this position:

Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:

• Two Blowjobs And A Butt Hooking
• Pleasure For Two
• Hooked, Kneeling
• Butt Hook
• Keep Your Head Up, Catrina

J at One Sub’s Mission writes about her recent bondage fisting here. But first she talks about what it was like the first time:

Fisting scares me. Even the thought of it scares me. But that hasn’t stopped me trying it.

I tried it once, very early on in my relationship with Mr L. That was a whopping two years ago (wow – two years – how did that happen?!). I wanted to do it mainly for him to be honest. Because I knew how much he wanted to try it, how much it turned him on. He was gentle, and he worked me up to it, and the results were… confusing. I squirted for the first time ever, which was pretty amazing, but the whole experience was beset with anxiety. I kept pleading with him – nearly pleading for him to stop and then changing my mind and just leaving my pleas half-finished. It was hot but stressful. The fact is, I didn’t really trust him back then – I barely knew him. And we didn’t have that rapport. It felt like too much control to surrender – how could I trust him to stretch me like that? He could damage me. Such a helpless position to be in. I remember distinctly the moment he had told me his whole fist was inside me. I had known it anyway, really, from the sensations, but it was something about coming face to face with that fact that scared me. my muscles clenched painfully. Apparently I squeezed his hand very hard. It was too much for me – I couldn’t wait for it to be over.

Fast forward two years, and a LOT of water has passed under the bridge. I’m hooded, shackled with a spreader bar and tied to the bed. He has left my boots on. And we’re going back there together for the first time since that experience…

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• Bondage Fisting A Caned Woman
• Doggie Style Anime Bondage Sex
• Fisted Sister
• Random Kinky Sex Images
• A Vigorous Bondage Fisting